I was always a little restless in college... never feeling ready to settle down and plant my feet. I couldn't pinpoint it, but I knew something was missing.
At the time, it puzzled me. All my "stuff" was there. I ate meals there and did laundry there and had a 10x10 room to call my very own. So why didn't it feel like home?
During college, I spent practically every weekend visiting either my family or Matt. During those visits, I realized that it was then that I felt content. I wasn't longing to be somewhere else. I was happy. I was "at home".
Fast forward four years. Matt and I get married and I move to the little-big city of Nashville. My family and friends know what an extreme home-body I am and constantly ask the question, "Are you homesick yet?"
Even I surprised myself. I wasn't. Not even a little bit. Although to be clear, I did miss my mom and my sister and my whole family... but I wasn't homesick. I was content. Happy.
Even I surprised myself. I wasn't. Not even a little bit. Although to be clear, I did miss my mom and my sister and my whole family... but I wasn't homesick. I was content. Happy.
I was at home.
And that's when it hit me. Home is not about zip codes and square footage. Home has nothing to do with the number of bedrooms or the size of your kitchen. Home is not contained in four walls.
For me, home is when I'm with people I love. Whether that be my husband, our family, or our friends... home is wherever you make it.
Home is where the heart is.
Thankful,
Lauren

that about sums it up.
ReplyDeletegood and true words.